Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.